     My spirit is with you, I did not go. We remain few under Grandfather's sun, But the plains still rumble as our spirits run.  Buffalo is part of Mother's Earth's family. I was the Great mighty beast, that ancestors Blessed at their feasts. Our pelt furs warmed their tired cold feet. Buffalos and ancestors were brothers and friends, Part of life's circle that never ceases nor ends ... Filling hearts with awe and wonder. Now we seek those who drove us under ... The men who killed with reckless plunder. While the white wichasa killed us from greed. By that old coward, Buffalo Bill Cody's hand alone, 4000 were slaughtered where once was our home. But by ancestor's sons, Buffalo will return! With the Tribal Co-ops, the ITBC, Buffalo will roam and again run free... We were Great Spirit's own Creation. Lord of the prairie, the mighty beast, I will return, my spirit will never cease. I still roam and rumble, my spirit yet remains... Awaken your hearts to the rise of a new dawn... Hear my thundering hoofs sing my song... 
Poet: Barbara LaBarbera         distributed or displayed without written permission from the mentioned artists Please Honor the Artists Copyright Laws. All Rights Reserved © 1999-2008 |